"Hotpot is one of the most unique delicacies in Yan Huang. I believe you will like it!”
When the mandarin duck pot was served, a rich fragrance instantly filled the private room, causing Jessica and Catherine to involuntarily wrinkle their noses.
They were used to eating western food and had never smelled this special smell.
The spiciness had the fragrance of butter and the fragrance of the tomato soup, which was very appetizing.
As tripe, iced goose intestines, fresh-cut beef, lamb rolls, and more than a dozen vegetables were served one after another, Qin Yu personally poured three dips of water from the seasoning cart pushed by the waiter.
Catherine looked at the dipping water in front of her that had been seasoned with onions, coriander, minced garlic, millet chili, and other seasonings. She picked it up with a stainless steel fork and asked in puzzlement,""What kind of eating method is this?"
"How to eat Yan Huang!"
Qin Yu did not explain. He picked up a piece of beef and rinsed it in the tomato soup before putting it into Catherine's dipping water.
"Try it?"
With the intention of giving it a try, Catherine stirred the beef in the water with a fork and then opened her red lips elegantly.
As soon as the beef entered his mouth, his taste buds exploded.
Spicy, spicy, spicy!
So spicy!
Catherine, whose face was red from the spiciness, swallowed the beef in one gulp. She grabbed the iced Coke on the table and gulped down a few mouthfuls.
Just as she was about to ask Qin Yu if he was deliberately messing with her, she suddenly realized that after she came back to her senses, she felt very good!
The spicy taste made her unable to resist forking a piece of beef and imitating Qin Yu's process just now. She rinsed it and dipped it in water for a few rounds before eating it.
It was so comfortable!
Looking at Catherine's actions, Jessica couldn't help but use her chopsticks to cook the beef skillfully.
In the end, her reaction was exactly the same as Catherine's.
However, after eating a piece, he still wanted to eat more. This was the charm of hotpot.
"Spicy, so spicy. Qin, aren't you afraid of spicy food?”
Seeing that Qin Yu's dip was filled with bright-colored red chili peppers, Jessica stuck out her tongue and asked vaguely.
Qin Yu slowly ate a piece of tripe. He put down his chopsticks and picked up a disposable disinfectant towel to wipe his mouth.
"It's not spicy. We Yanhuang people like to eat chili.”
"It's really amazing. I feel like my tongue is so spicy that I can't feel it, but it's really delicious.”
"Then eat more."
Qin Yu smiled and looked at Catherine, who was boiling mutton with her head lowered.
"Honorable Ms. Catherine, is your father willing to sell the machinery and equipment to produce penicillin?”
Hearing this, Catherine swallowed the meat in her mouth and drank two sips of iced cola. After wiping her mouth, she replied,""Jessica came forward to mediate, and my father agreed. He just wanted to know why you insisted on buying the equipment. Can't I give you the finished medicine at cost price?”
It was definitely not going to work. A large number of medicinal products of unknown origin had disappeared. God knew if it would attract the FBI's investigation.
To be on the safe side, it was safer to buy machinery and equipment to produce in the Otherworld.
It's fine if you don't sell it, I'll just waste some time and energy stealing it.
However, it was useless to steal machinery and equipment because machinery and equipment were all over the place. Any random machinery company could mass customize them.
The reason why he wanted to buy it from Catherine at a high price was to cultivate the strains of penicillin!
The strain was the most valuable thing. The reason why Yan Huang could produce penicillin in 1943 and become the seventh country in the world to produce it was also because of the strain and experimental equipment that were assisted by Ying Jiang.
However, the quality of the strain was not good, and the yield was so low that it made people anxious.
How much was the value of World War II's penicillin?
At that time, one ton of penicillin, which was worth 830 million dollars, equivalent to 675 tons of gold, could buy 3721 B-17 bomber planes, 5210 German Tiger tanks, and 530,000 M2 heavy machine guns.
You might not be able to imagine that if you had a ton of penicillin, you would become a hero in World War II.
In the first half of 1943, the monthly production of penicillin was only 60 grams, and the number of patients treated was less than 100.
In the second half of the year, the development of penicillin finally entered the fast lane. The monthly production of penicillin increased by 400 times. However, due to the large demand, the price of penicillin was strictly controlled and remained high.
In 1945, when the monthly production of antibiotics reached 4.7 tons, the price of antibiotics finally dropped to 25 yuan per gram, or 200 yuan per bottle.
Remember, during World War II, rice dollars were almost as valuable as gold. At its most expensive time, a bottle of penicillin was worth one tael of gold.
In Yingjiang, many people liked to drink penicillin because it was an antibiotics and had a good treatment effect on many diseases. Therefore, Yingjiang used up to 1000 tons of penicillin for injections every year. Many wealthy families even accumulated penicillin as a hard currency, just like gold.
However, with the rapid development of science and technology, penicillin was no longer a godly medicine with sky-high prices. Its price had dropped to the point where ordinary people could afford it.
Qin Yu did not answer Catherine's question.
He took out his wallet from his coat pocket and took out a check from JPM Chase Bank.
"Ten million dollars. Give me five production lines and the best bacteria within a month. No problem, right?”
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